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Hello, my dangerous , darling Sashlings♡
           
          I'll begin writing and uploading next week as I'm about to celebrate my birthday tomorrow.

I have some bad news guys. I was in the middle of writing chapter 23 when my computer completely turned off and it refuses to turn back on. 
          This was on Wednesday y'all omggggg and it's still behaving like that. The charging light won't even turn on. Idk what to dooo

Hello, my dangerous darlings, Sashlings ♡
          
          I haven’t forgotten about you at all—and I’m so sorry for the delay. I’m currently buried in studying for my mid-semester exams, but Chapter 22 is officially done. It just needs a final edit, and you can expect it to be published sometime between tomorrow and Wednesday.
          
          Thank you for your patience, your love, and your constant support. It truly means everything to me.
          
          I love you all dearly—
          to the farthest reaches of the cosmos and back,
          ~Sasha ♡

Chapter 18: Splintered Loyalties is OUT— and nothing cuts deeper than trust cracking in silence.
          
          Arora’s mask is slipping. One meeting in the park, one ghost from her past, and everything she’s built—the fragile calm, the illusion of control, the lie of safety—splinters beneath her feet.
          
          Every word with Marvick is a blade disguised as duty. Every promise she makes is another noose tightening around her neck. The lines between right and wrong blur, twisting into something sharp, something deadly.
          
          And through it all—Sienna’s eyes, wide with worry, begging for a truth Arora can’t afford to give. Because love doesn’t save you in this world. It damns you.
          
          Chapter 18: Splintered Loyalties is out now. The fracture has begun, and there’s no gluing the pieces back together.
          
          Trust breaks. Lies bleed.
          And Arora? She’s running out of time.
          
          Your dealer of heartbreak and chaos,
          ~ Sasha 

Chapter 17: Icy Fingers is OUT, and the chill is bone-deep.
          
          Arora clings to the fragile illusion of normal—Sienna’s laugh threading through the air, the kids’ careless chaos wrapping her in a moment that almost tastes like safety. Almost.
          
          But “safe” is a lie whispered in the dark.
          
          One voice. One name. Her name. And the world she tried to hold together shatters into ice shards under her skin. Control, warmth, normal… all of it evaporates, leaving only the chill of fear curling around her bones.
          
          Chapter 17: Icy Fingers is OUT, and it’s a descent into frost and pulse-quickening panic. Just when life teases you with fragments of happiness, it rips them away, leaving your chest hollow and your heart screaming.
          
          A friend.
          A shard of what life used to feel like.
          And, her own personal monster.
          
          Tap in. Lose your grip. Rage in the comments.
          
          Your narrator of emotional destruction,
          ~ Sasha.

Chapter 15: Ensnared for The Currency of Lust is OUT, and it's a fever dream in stilettos.
          
          She danced again. Of course she did. But this time? She wasn’t just dancing—she was throwing gasoline on a fire and daring the devil to blink.
          
          The music slapped. The lights flared. And Arora? Baby girl was serving sin on a silver pole.
          
          Now she’s deep in the trenches of Mafia Disneyland, being watched like she’s a limited-edition collectible. One wrong move, and she’s done. But does she stop? Hell no. She doubles down with lashes and lace.
          
          A drink left to melt on the table.
          A name sharper than her eyeliner.
          And a man who tracks her like he’s memorizing her soul's barcode.
          
          This chapter’s a full-on descent. No brakes. No seatbelt. Just Arora spiraling in style and dragging us down with her.
          
          Tap in. Lose your grip. Rage in the comments.
          
           Your narrator of emotional destruction,
          ~ Sasha
          

Chapter 14: Velvet Shackles for the Currency of Lust is now out! 
          
          She danced. They watched. And now the real message has been delivered—wrapped in black velvet and sealed with blood.
          
          The fire’s been lit. The obsession is growing. And Arora? She's not backing down. Not now. Not when the shadows are starting to whisper her name like a warning... or a vow.
          
           A severed hand.
           A single rose.
           A storm just beginning to rise.
          
          Read now. Vote. Comment. Scream. I want to hear every unhinged thought you have. 
          
          With all my love and chaos,
          ~ Sasha.

hie! forgive me for posting on your conversation. feel free to delete this if you're uncomfortable.
          
          i hate to be that person but as a new small writer, I'm trying to give my story more publicity.
          
          it'd be very appreciated if you were to check out my story and drop a vote and comment if you enjoy it and are interested, and hopefully share with other fellow readers <3
          
          it's a dark romance.more tropes are in the description.
          
          Thankyouh<3
          
          If you wanna read- https://www.wattpad.com/story/390249655?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=nabiiyaah

@EroticSasha Hey! Would u be updating 'The thin line between love and hate'? Thank you